Spiderson/Irondad & Avengers One Shots

#5- Where Do You Think You're Going?

Song of the Chapter.... You Said You'd Grow Old With Me by Michael Schulte

A lot of you may ask what could Peter Parker possibly do that would cause him to be on the run? Well, I wish I knew the answer to that myself. I woke up this morning with my name on the news and didn't know what had happened, except that I was a wanted man. Now, I'm running from not only the Avengers, but SHIELD Agents as well and I still don't know what I did wrong. I tried calling Harry, but it went straight to voicemail and continued to voicemail no matter how many times I called him. A weird feeling bubbled in my stomach and I landed in the woods, taking off to a place I know of. This place was a safe haven, as no one else it were there.

I discovered a bunker when I was fighting an enemy a couple years ago in the woods and hid while plotting an escape plan. It was beautiful and by the dust that had collected, you could tell no one has been here for years. I cleaned it up and made it my escape from the world; a place no one else knew of that was hidden by some type of enchantment. I was going to ask Dr. Strange about it the next time I saw him, but I guess it's better to keep it to myself. My phone rang and I put it on silent, though I was sure nothing could be heard above because of the enchantment and answered in a hushed voice, not checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" I whispered as I sat on the bed and tried to even out my breathing.

"So, Spider Man. Enjoy being on the run?" A laugh came from the receiving line and I narrowed my eyes.

"Norman, what did you do? Where's Harry?" I demanded, anger in my voice and the phone went silent.

"You killed him." The line went dead and I stood frozen. I didn't- I wouldn't- not Harry- not my best friend. I tried to think back to last night and what could've possibly went wrong. The harder I tried, the farthest away the memories seemed to drift and my mind was blurred. The last thing I could remember was Harry in my arms, life fading from his eyes and blade in my hand. I shook my head and tried to clear the memories. I won't believe it.

^^^^^^^^^^^^ Time Skip Because Peter Decided To Break The Fourth Wall This Entire Chapter ^^^^^^^^^

It was around midnight when I finally caved and called the only person who could possibly help me in the moment. He answered in annoyance on the first ring and I bit my tongue. This was a risk, but the old man always told me I could call him if I needed help. He was after me, but if he listened to my story and could help, it was worth the risk. I needed to find out if I killed my best friend.

"Stark." His voice sounded tired and I held in a chuckle.

"Anthony, I need your help." I heard him chuckle and almost sighed in relief.

"I told Fury you'd-"

"I didn't do it-"

"I know, kid-"

"I'm 20 years old! Stop calling me kid!" I exclaimed, sensing the smirk on his face and I somehow knew he was shaking his head. Finally, his words registered in his head and he smiled. "You know I didn't do it?" He chuckled again and I raised an eyebrow, though he couldn't see me.

"Of course, kid. I know you could never hurt a fly, you've only been a constant annoyance for four years of my life." I rolled my eyes, a smile on my face and the conversation turned serious.

"I-I can't remember anything except for my best friend dead in my arms and the bloody blade in my hand.." I whispered, too afraid to talk louder knowing my voice would crack.

"It's okay, kid. Wanda will help you remember and we'll find out what happened to your friend." Tony spoke, a silent promise in his voice and for the first time all day, I felt as though I'd be okay. I gave my address, climbing out of the bunker so as to hide my get away before they get here. My senses were on high and as someone walked into the surrounding of trees, I nearly attacked them.

"It's me, Peter." Her voice rang out and I smiled, throwing myself at the witch. "What happened?" She questioned and I sighed, looking into her eyes as tears pricked in mine.

"I.. I don't know.." I whispered, tears falling from my eyes and the vision of Harry's life fading from his eyes kept popping up in my mind. She rubbed my back and pulled away some, the sudden action making my insecurity rise. We went back to the tower and I laid down as she instructed, hands glowing scarlet.

"I can project the memories for you to record." She explained to Tony who nodded and gave a glance to the camera on the ceiling.

******** Memories Of Last Night Because Tony Stark Is Now Helping Our Spider *************

"Harry, I think we have to reschedule-" I began to excuse, hunting after the Green Goblin and Harry groaned.

"Oh, no. Not again, Pete." I felt guilty and as I went to reply, a sound next to me caused me to jump. "Besides, I figured I'd join you in my updated HobGoblin suit." Harry said, grin in his voice and though I wanted to disagree, I couldn't as a lamp post was thrown at us. I dodged and Harry flew out of the way. We hunted the Green Goblin to a building on the outskirts of town and I tried to get Harry to leave. I couldn't allow him to find out about his father, but as I stopped my best friend in his tracks something was plunged through his stomach, causing a gaping hole if it were removed.

My eyes widened and I stared at Norman, eyes filled with horror behind my mask. The Goblin gave out a sinister laugh and took off as I fell with Harry in my arms. I pulled his mask off and mine as well, knowing we were alone. His mouth was pooling with blood and his eyes were filled with tears, same as mine. He chuckled and blood sputtered from his mouth.

"If-if only yo-you could s-see your face. Spi-spider Man crying, it-it would make a-a gr-great cover-" Harry cut off as he coughed up blood and I held him lightly, eyes glancing at the blade stuck in his stomach. I had to remove it and I knew it would cause pain. He gripped my hand and nodded. "Pl-please, I don't- I don't want to d-die with-"

"You're not gonna die, Harry." I tried to reassure, but it sounded as though I was trying to comfort myself more than him. I carefully pulled the blade out and held him closer, blade gripped in my hand so tightly, it broke the skin.

"D-don't blame yourself, Pete. You-you'll get the bastard who did this-'"Harry had a fit of coughing again and his body gave out. I cried out loud as I pulled my best friend's body into mine completely, tears shed for my dead best friend.

%%%%%%% End Of Flashback Brought To You By Norman Osborn Killing His Own Son %%%%%

Wanda pulled back with tears falling from her eyes and I couldn't breath. Norman blamed me, yet he killed his own son and tried to frame me. Tony looked at me with sorrow filled eyes and I wanted to be swallowed whole. I should've known Norman was about to hurt his son and yet, I watched Harry die in my arms. The old man made a phone call and I watched him talk avidly to Fury, memories still fresh in my head. He got off the phone and turned to me with a somber face.

"You're cleared, kid. Norman was found dead and a note was next to him explaining what he's done. I'm sorry, kid."

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